Story # 55: Harry Stories, Crazy Days

When I was 18, I had a boyfriend named Harry. He was a big man, and kind of scary looking, but he had a heart of gold and really was a gentle giant. He was very kind, and very soft-spoken. He also was a talented carpenter. He built a desk for me and a cabinet for my Mom. But — he had a knack for getting in trouble.

For example, he had been in the navy before I met him, and one day he fell off the…